In Halloween party fashion, Wilder sees Bash at the treats table first, and the instinct to point at him in shock like he’d done in the past is strong. Points anyway, against what his mom had taught him, but offers him a silly grin instead before coming over. “Look at us, two pancakes in a stack.” Is this the brunch version of two peas in a pod? He’s not surprised he got a friend, he just hopes Bash isn’t like, disappointing or something. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to dance or anything.” Loves a good jive though! Lets his gaze wander the dessert table, even though he’d set it up. “Oh, I have something for you. Guess it worked out, yeah?” @whathebash










